Sunday Sun

I've seen them on thirteen,
They were serious lovers teens
he is a heathy boy
she's a poor junkie.

He knows exactly how to live without her,
But doens't want to remember
when the sunday sun falls
all things seems like death.

His sister said: let me sleep,
but the bed was completely wet,
and the chest jumping like the veins
that got cold with the pain.

He knows exactly how to live without her,
But doens't want to remember
when the sunday sun falls
all things seems like death.